She glanced at the mobile phone on the night table and noted that it was still turned off. She decided she didn't want to hear from Maisie again. She would throw the bloody thing away. She didn't like them anyway. They were intrusive and made you accessible twenty-four hours a day. Didn't people feel they wanted any peace any more, on call twenty-four seven? She found it almost Orwellian. No one seemed to have any privacy. CCTV cameras everywhere you went and even TV programmes dedicated to watching complete strangers make arses of themselves.